Hellbender
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Post by Hellbender on Jul 2, 2010 21:54:15 GMT -5
Begins Day 19; downtown Pz-Zazz; open
What has not been countermanded, is authorized when hate drives. All Decepticons had orders not to start battles in public, not to turn public opinion against them. But...
They worshipped that murderer of worlds in public! They fawned over the image of the slagger who killed Iceraker and the rest of his squad and who burned Midnight down to his core. They were vermin, not fit to exist; though he could not take his revenge on their dread master, he could avenge his squad in the blood of the Devourer's heralds.
Orders still stood; what must be done, must be done in secret. The great worm bored deep beneath the main city of Pz-Zazz, mapping the underbelly of the city--pipes and mains and conduits and tunnel-ways. Already he knew the public locations of the two most public temples to the Great Devourer.
It was probably mere coincidence that his first target was the temple so disastrously visited by Emirate Xaaron, Breakaway, and Prowl. He rose from underneath, a plan forming as he studied the texture of the earth and rotted shale, the trickle of a long broken water-main leaking down and eating the ground out over slow decades. Shoddy construction, foundations and pilings driven too shallow by some long-forgotten contractor who had cut corners and shaved costs.
Hellbender dug out the rotten earth and rottener shale below, dropping into the hidden river (somewhere, far upstream, an aqueduct was going to backup and overflow) until there was only a hollow shell holding up those sub-standard pilings. They were so damn easy to cut through.
Too easy. The building caved in on top of Hellbender.
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Barricade
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Post by Barricade on Jul 9, 2010 1:00:53 GMT -5
Barricade winces to himself as his radio errupts into a rapid-fire flurry of babbling shortly after the well-known church tumbles in upon itself.
"Lovely," he grumbles, tossing back his "lunch" in a single gulp and shooting a bored look at ravage. "Looks like we get to go play saviors," he intones wryly.
// En Route, // he radios their Dispatcher as he jerks his head in the direction of the "disaster", a cloud of dust and debris just now starting to rise up over the squatting city. Better make it look good, at least, and so he breaks into a trot, Ravage easily pacing along side, as they stream toward the damaged neighborhood with a steady flow of other cops and emergency workers.
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Hellbender
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Post by Hellbender on Jul 10, 2010 7:30:01 GMT -5
Hellbender cursed himself privately, and started boring his way out the bottom. The collapsed debris did him no harm, really, but it was clumsy of him to get caught in the collapse, and it left more evidence as he cut his way out. Oh, well. It would leave even more evidence to stay put.
The debris shifted and collapsed further as Hellbender dug back into his approach tunnel and slithered away.
--- Skippable until further notice
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Scrapper
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Post by Scrapper on Jul 17, 2010 23:41:21 GMT -5
So, what do ya say when you're walkin' along the sidewalk, enjoyin' you're day, and drinkin' on a delicious can o' oil...and you see a giant hole in the middle of the road?
"Huh," was Scrapper's reaction to disaster he saw before him. Numerous Pz-Zazzian emergency vehicles sped past him, on their way to the terrible site. The thought of helping did cross Scrapper's mind, but he quickly dismissed it as it really wasn't his problem.
Then again...He had heard good things about the Pz-Zazzian worker's union and it might be worth somethin' gettin' a job here, right? Scrapper decides to stick around for a while , taking a swig of oil as as he watched more and more Pz-Zazzians arrive on the scene.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Jul 18, 2010 12:39:07 GMT -5
A blue and yellow robot in a trenchcoat with enormous shoulders detaches himself from the wall he was leaning against. Hands in his pockets, he leans over the hole in the ground where there used to be an eyesore, then crouches down and picks up a piece of debris before tossing it back and watching it clatter over the wreckage. "There's something you don't see every day."
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Jul 18, 2010 12:52:52 GMT -5
From a side street, a black police uniform-clad Jazz comes running at the radio announcement, having already paged in that he was heading to check it out. He comes to a stop near Nightbeat, glancing around. "Huh, fancy seein' you here," he says to Nightbeat. The hole is something else, though.
First, though, the scene needs to be blocked off. Grunts don't get the fancy scene tape, so Jazz resorts to waving civilians back, trying to form a perimeter. "Alright folks, gonna need you all to back up so we can do our jobs!" Most of the civilians seem content to back up as directed, though there's some grumbling.
Was that Scrapper back there? Didn't look like the one Jazz knew from home, but the one he'd heard about from others. Having Constructibots is kinda weird, but dang if this guy didn't have an awesome sigil. ---
OOC: Jazz being a cop OK'd with Adminimus.
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Barricade
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Post by Barricade on Jul 20, 2010 18:09:45 GMT -5
Oh lookey, lookey, there's another robotic cop trotting up, his faithful "K-9" trotting at his bladey heels. And that... appears to be a Constructicon. Wearing.... an Autobot sigil somewhere in all that graffiti. Barricade pretends not to notice as he lopes past to join the other arriving officers in controlling the gathering gawkers. Below them, the ground gives another rumble and the debris in the massive hole in the ground seems to settle a little.
"Unless you plan on joining the scrap, you'd better move back," he intones in Nightbeat's direction. "Ground's pretty unstable there. Wouldn't want anyone to fall in." Honest.
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Scrapper
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Post by Scrapper on Jul 20, 2010 18:32:05 GMT -5
Scrapper looks over the sinkhole a bit more as it begins to rumble for a bit. He observes the various Pz-Zazzian construction workers begin their job. Thinking back over most of the architecture he saw in Pz-Zazz, Scrapper wasn't too impressed by it. Structure and groundwork was too flimsy. Could easily be taken down by any strong bot with an attitude problem.
Eying the wreckage once more, Scrapper scratched his lower jaw, with a, "Hmm...", contemplating on whether or not he should offer the workers down there some advice.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Jul 20, 2010 19:05:15 GMT -5
Nightbeat stands up, brushing off his knees as he turns to face Jazz. "Good to see you, Jazz. Didn't figure you for the policing type." He moves back as the other Porsche directs, then touches the brim of his fedora respectfully and moves farther back when Barricade tells him to. Over the shortband he transmits //I'll just let you hash out who's in charge with Blades here.//
The detective moves to stand beside Scrapper. Construction vehicle kibble, green plating, but . . . an Autobrand? Hell of an Autobrand, too. Long Haul has a friend? "So, in your professional opinion, what do you think caused this?" he asks quietly.
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Jul 20, 2010 19:42:44 GMT -5
Jazz half-crouches as the ground shakes, steadying himself. Thankfully, one of the other arriving officers, a white-clad blue 'bot who...apparently had his helmet styled after an officer's cap takes over the directing of civilians after handing off the caution tape to Jazz. The Porsche-bot waves a quick two-finger salute as he jogs backwards, then turning, quickly setting off to tape off the scene.
//Blades? This guy don't look like any Protectobot I ever seen...// Then Jazz gets a closer look while wrapping tape around a pole. //Oh. Blades, I get ya. I think the guy waving the civilians back now is the guy in charge, though.//
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Jul 20, 2010 22:42:39 GMT -5
Ravage is indeed keeping pace with Barricade, the two having worked out their issues previously in the proper Decepticon way. Ravage bounds away and into the rubble, supposedly looking for the injured and the trapped.
He does actually call attention to some pockets of interest, and EMT's and other workers start trying to dig people out of the mess. Ravage meanwhile continues to look and sniff.
He finds another pocket, lifts his head and sees that all the crews are busy, then lowers it again and starts to nose and claw a beam out of the way. Hrm. No people. But an almost intact room.
//Going in.// he radios over the police band. So yes, Jazz hears it too.
Then the spiked tails disappears into the rubble.
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Barricade
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Post by Barricade on Jul 22, 2010 20:51:02 GMT -5
Like any good K9 cop would do, Barricade takes up position on the rim of the crater nearest where his "partner" has vanished into the rubble, leaving the civilians and other gawkers to other cops to deal with. He is theoretically supposed to be concentrating on his "K9", ready to deploy to assist.
Nice thing about that, it gives him a good excuse to suruptitiously watch everyone else around him and at the scene. At least those in his direct line of sight. And as for those NOT in his direct line of sight? Well, that's why Frenzy is perched high up on a building roof, staring down at the whole scene and relaying anything interesting or fun to him. Alas, nothing especially stands out, just yet, besides the Autobranded constructicon. He bears watching.
// Finding anything? // he transmits privately to Ravage.
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Scrapper
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Post by Scrapper on Jul 22, 2010 23:04:52 GMT -5
Scrapper continues to observe the workers begin their work, when he is approached by a trench coated bot, who seemed friendly enough. Upon a closer look, Scrapper recognizes the bot as someone he's seen on the Event Horizon before. Some kinda Private Optic type bot named Nightbeat.
Having been asked for his professional opinion, Scrapper didn't answer directly, instead examining the whole a bit more, before stating, "I ain't exactly sure, now, but, uh, my guess is it was taken out from below. Maybe an earthquake or somethin'." Scrapper takes another pause to scratch his lower jaw. Hen continues, saying. "I'm thinkin' dat da ground wasn't stable enough ta support nothin'."
"See over dat over there?" Scrapper says, pointing to a specific spot in the wreckage. "Can't really tell from here, but it looks like a pipe. Prob'ly softened up da ground dat da building was on. Made it easier to collapse."
Well, that talked settled it, Scrapper wants a better look at the mess. "I'm gonna go see if can get a little closer," Scrapper says to Nightbeat, before he turns and walks towards the police. He then raises his arm in the air and says, "Hey, yo coppers! Uh, ya mind if I get a little look down there?"
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Jul 22, 2010 23:22:33 GMT -5
Scrapper may not have the most refined vocal circuits, but he seems to know his engineering. "Earthquake, huh?" Nightbeat rubs his chin. "Then how come none of the other structures around here were affected? And I didn't feel anything. Heck of a localized tremor."
//Hey Jazz, I don't suppose you're allowed to deputize people in emergencies, are you?// The detective grins. And here it had been looking like it was going to be a boring day staking out a Unicron temple!
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Jul 23, 2010 13:01:42 GMT -5
Jazz glances back at the hole at Ravage's radio message, but goes back to finishing taping off the scene. There's just something creepy about that bladecat.
Quite possibly that it's a cat made of blades, but further investigation is required to get a proper opinion.
Jazz starts off to the hole's edge, though he gets interrupted by Nightbeat's radio message. //I don't think I can, why do you ask?// At this point, Scrapper approaches the boundary line and calls out to them. The previous officer that gave Jazz the tape steps in front of Scrapper. "I'm officer Deq'ard, can I assist you?"
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